I... seemed to have slept for a long time. My head was so heavy that I couldn't lift it up and couldn't open my eyes. I just felt that I should wake up because someone was calling me, but I couldn't hear what he was calling, so I opened my eyes. Eye.
Facing the dazzling golden light, I just wanted to close my eyes, but he suddenly said, "Look at me!"
Is that an order? If it's an order, I don't want to accept it because I'm not used to taking orders from others.
If it was a request, why did he say that he could not refuse
Although I didn't want to, I couldn't close my eyes anymore, so I unlocked the two seals at once. But when my silver hair was flying, I could only look at him obediently, watching him slowly open and close his eyes. My lips seemed to be saying something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. Gradually, I lost all consciousness again.
Did you fall asleep again
When I woke up again, I only knew that everything in front of me was unfamiliar, whether it was the things or the people in front of me.
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"Are you awake?" Sitting next to the bed was a very young man, nearly twenty years old, with golden eyes like a cat and long silver hair, which made him look a bit unlike a living creature in reality, but he looked like a living creature. I spoke, and I heard the sound.
"Yeah." I responded softly, and moved my gaze to observe the four people standing behind him, two men and two women, all with silver hair and silver eyes. I couldn't help but wonder if this world was full of people. It is their existence.
"They are my subordinates." The other person noticed that I was looking past him, smiled and said with a natural breath.
"Then whose subordinate are you?" I retracted my gaze and really fell on his face.
"Your subordinates." The smile on his face was still there, as if that was his normal expression, but why weren't the people behind him, especially one of the women, whose expression seemed a little unkind.
"Oh, so you are in my room." I sighed softly, with a very cold tone, "Am I right? Is this my room?"
"Of course, this is your room. Don't you even recognize this place?" He followed my gaze, looked up and down the entire room, and finally asked doubtfully.
"I don't have any memory!" I answered and tried to sit up, but he hurriedly stepped forward to help me. "You were seriously injured earlier and had been in a coma for several days before you woke up. Maybe your memory has not recovered yet."
"Oh? Am I injured?" I naturally covered my chest. There seemed to be something...
"What's wrong? Does the wound still hurt?" There was a little nervousness on his face.
I shook my head, "I was just wondering why hurting here would blur my memory."
"Maybe it's because we gave you food to treat your injuries." He took my boots and put them at my feet.
"Food? What kind of food?" I couldn't seem to remember anything, but I didn't seem to care. There was always a feeling in my heart that it seemed better not to remember than to remember.
"Their blood." He pointed to the four people behind him.
"Did I drink her blood?" I seemed to have found the reason for her bad eyesight.
"Yes! Do you remember?" A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he seemed a little nervous, but he immediately returned to his natural smile.
"No!"
"Then do you still remember who you are?" The other party looked at him for a while and then asked.
"Of course I know. I can't even forget who I am just because of such a little injury." I was a little unhappy. Could it be that I was that weak? But he didn't seem to believe it, and kept staring at me, as if waiting for me to say my name, so I stared at him coldly, "My name is Missilia, and I am the most noble existence."
"Well, it's good that you remember, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to the clan leader when I go back." He said and took a step back so that I could put on my boots.
"Clan leader?" I didn't seem to remember the clan leader. "Who is he? My master? Or my servant?"
"No, neither, he is your father." He replied, as if all this is true, even if I have no memory.
"Father?" I closed my eyes and searched my brain carefully, but I found nothing, except for the blur in my brain.
"Yes, don't you remember?" He looked a little surprised.
"Well, maybe I forgot." I didn't want to make others think I was an idiot, so I didn't want to say more.
After putting on my boots, I decided to go out and take a look. Since I had no impression of this room at all, I wondered if the outside would be familiar. I hoped that besides my name, I could think of something else.
"Please!" He opened the door for me personally. I raised my eyes and glanced at him coldly, then walked out. Is he really my servant? Does he really respect me? There seemed to be no proof in his golden eyes.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw rows of Storic stone pillars supporting the cloister, an arched roof, and arched corridor walls. The tops of the walls were all covered with angel patterns, and the colors were gorgeous.
The low ice is like a mirror. When searching the memory, only two words came to mind, "Temple?"
"Yes, but it's not a real temple. It's a temporary temple built by the Guangming Holy Church to welcome us, and the room just now was also your temporary residence." He explained while standing aside.
"The Holy Religion of Light?" There is no memory, maybe there is no memory.
"Yes! Our race of light, that is, the angels, is a church created to control mankind. We specialize in promoting the compassion of our race of light to mankind and establishing the brightest faith for them. Now it is the largest church in the world. **Tenth of all humans are our believers." His golden eyes were filled with endless glory, as if those humans believed in him.
"Oh, really!" I responded without questioning whether I believed it or not. I stepped onto the mirror-like ground and walked forward along the corridor of stone pillars. When I came to the end of the corridor, he stepped forward and opened the door for me. Inside the door, maybe outside the door, is another world. Although there is still the same stone magic and the same ground, there are countless... humans here, some with black hair and black eyes.
"Are they human?" I just made sure.
He nodded, "Yes."
"Are they believers?" Looking at them walking back and forth in the hall, they seemed to be very busy. People who passed by us bowed deeply to us with extremely respectful eyes, and then lowered their heads without saying anything. leave.
"yes."
I walked through the middle of those people, and they all bent toward me at nearly ninety degrees, with their heads lowered.
"Miss, what do you want to do?" He asked hurriedly when he saw me walking towards the second door.
"Go out and have a look." I simply replied and stepped out. He seemed to want to stop me, but hesitated. At this time, a teenage boy came over with a group of priests, but he Without bowing to me, he said, "Saint, where are you going?"
"Get out." I didn't know his identity, but judging from the way he was waiting for me, he shouldn't be an ordinary believer.
"Then I can only say sorry to the saint, because we have already arranged the pilgrimage, and some details need to be discussed with the saint. Please ask the saint to follow me to the Decision Hall in the back room." He said, Without waiting for my answer, he turned around and walked towards his destination.
Watching him go away, I had no intention of catching up. Instead, I turned to him beside me and said, "Am I a saint?"
"Yes, but only in the human world, because human beings are a species that need spiritual support to survive, so we must provide them with support. It is rare for you to come to the human world, so the Pope hopes to hold a pilgrimage for you, so that you can More humans return to the embrace of my god.”
"But..." I questioned a little.
"And this is one of your missions when you came to this world." He didn't intend to give me a chance to choose.
"Mission? Who gave it?" I felt more and more that he was not just a servant. How could there be a servant who spoke to his master like this
"Your father, our clan leader!" He said, with a look of admiration in his eyes.
"So your master is my father." I sighed, turned around and walked in the direction where the child left. There was a door nearly three meters high. It was not big but very high, giving people a feeling of oppression. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable.
"Originally, but now I am the lady's servant." They followed closely behind.
"Your past master gave the order?" In fact, even if he didn't answer, I knew the result must be yes.
"Yes." He answered me not quite calmly.
"Huh!" I smiled coldly, "Since you are now my servant, then you should be a good servant, remember..."
As I said that, I stopped and turned around, my cold eyes falling into his eyes, "Your master is me now! Not my father!"
He was startled and was stunned for a moment before he lowered his head and answered, "Yes!"
"Okay, I hope you won't forget that I..." I turned my head and continued to move forward, "I don't like punishing people, especially servants."
"Yes, I understand." He followed up, and the people behind him looked at each other with surprise on their faces, but they didn't dare to say anything.
As we walked along, although the Pope had long since disappeared, I seemed to feel where he was, so I chose to turn right without hesitation and stood in front of the first room.
The same door, the same pressure, I frowned slightly and stepped through the door.
"Saint, please take a seat." There is a large room inside, surrounded by elegant and elegant decorations. There is a rectangular beige table in the center of the room, surrounded by circular golden piping. There were rows of high-backed chairs on both sides of the table, with complex and exquisite carving patterns on the backs. There was one on each short side, and he was standing on one side, pointing to the other side.
I glanced at him coldly, said nothing, and was standing on the other side in a flash, sitting down peacefully, looking directly at him sitting opposite. And my servants and servants' servants naturally stood behind me.
Opposite him is a child of seventeen or eighteen years old. His face has long lost the childishness it should have, but instead has a majestic and noble temperament.
After observing for a moment, I decided that he was not a child, at least not one anymore.
And he was also observing me, but I don’t know what conclusion he came to. (To be continued)